Brianna Diggers groaned as she fell out of bed. For several minutes, the half-werecheetah lay there, back on the floor, her own breasts in her face, legs in the air; trying to muster the willpower to move. It took an enormous effort of sheer determination, but she finally rolled over and began to literally crawl towards her bathroom on all fours, her twin morning erections dragging in the carpet. Brianna was absolutely NOT a morning person. The blonde half-lycanthrope groaned as she gripped her sink and forced herself to her feet. She peered blearily into the mirror. An exhausted-looking young woman, physically in her mid-20s, stared back at her blearily. Long yellow hair cascaded in a mane down her back, with two long bangs hanging down her face. If she looked closely, Brianna could see faint hints of cheetah-spots in her hair. Her green eyes peered out from under her bangs, a long black stripe marking the skin over her left eye. Her ears were not human, but triangular like a cat’s, covered in a thin blonde fuzz. Brianna yawned loudly, exposing pronounced canine teeth, as she tried to jog her memory of the events of last night. Much to her surprise, she could recall nothing but a fuzzy void. Brianna frowned, turning on the shower. As heated steam filled the room, she looked around, slowly stroking one of her erections lazily; more out of habit than for the pleasure. She spotted it a moment later. A notepad was sitting on the edge of the sink, a pen clipped to it. The page was covered in a scrawl she recognized as her own handwriting. She blinked and picked it up. For a minute, the only sound in the room was the hiss of the shower and the occasional turn of the pages of the notepad. Then… “Oh, godammit, Grave!!!” Brianna cursed, “You’re gonna pay me back for this!” “Could you keep it down? I was sleeping too…” a voice murmured drowsily. Brianna growled in response, stomping over to the mirror and staring at her reflection. For a moment, all she could see was herself staring angrily out of it. Then, her image wavered slowly as a different face peered out. The new figure was still clearly Brianna Diggers, but a different Brianna. This version of herself could not be mistaken for human if one had tried. She was significantly shorter than Brianna, with a smaller, lighter build. She had a thick coat of golden-yellow fur covering her entire body. Her hair was styled slightly differently, her bangs shorter, and it spiked a little more on top. The black cheetah spots were much more pronounced in her hair, and marked her entire body. The stripe over her reflective green eye had moved to the right side. Notably, her ears were human-shaped, rather than cat-shaped. “What did you do?” Brianna demanded, annoyed. The image of the other Brianna yawned, her reflective green eyes watering. “You’re gonna need to be more specific…” she replied, “I left you a note, after all…” “What. Did. You. Do?!” Brianna repeated, emphasizing each word so sharply that each almost counted as its own sentence. “Ugh, really? I knew you were going to react like this… I should have just let you find out on your own. At least I would’ve had until after you showered to sleep…” the other Brianna grumbled. Brianna knew that for anyone else watching her she would have seemed insane. The voice of the “other Brianna” was echoing only in her head, not in her ears; the only image in the mirror was her own reflection, and the other girl’s visage was entirely imaginary. Yet, despite this, the other girl was entirely too real… ***** A few years ago, Brianna and several companions had left Earth and come to the Realm of Jade on a quest. Under the pretense of going on vacation, Brianna had intended to find a way to restore a lost friend from his potential death. She had been joined by her best friend Genn, and Seance, the mage apprentice of her father. Almost immediately, Brianna’s quest was sidetracked. In the small town of Seer’s Hamlet, she had run into an adopted member of her family, Garfield Silvear, a member of the Northern Edge Guard; the defenders of the Northern reaches of Jade. Gar, like all the members of the Northern Edge Guard, was a werecat, a jagwere in particular. He and his companions had come to Seer’s Hamlet to investigate the mysterious kidnapping of magic users from the area. Brianna found herself and her companions embroiled in the investigation, as the perpetrators attacked to try to kidnap Genn and Seance. Thankfully, Gar was there to face the kidnappers and drive them back, using the power of a solar eclipse to unleash the mightiest power of a lycanthrope: the Lunar Rave. With the Lunar Rave’s power, Gar sent the kidnappers running. However, the solar eclipse had a strange side-effect on Brianna’s half-lycanthrope physiology. Brianna had never shown any capacity to change forms before. She did not have a hybrid or animal form like Brittany. But somehow, the lunar power had unleashed a strange transformation. That was where this strange story began... ***** Sheila Silvear, sister of Garfield, walked down the halls of the inn. Sheila, like her brother, was a werecat, a jaguar. Surprisingly short and petite for a lycanthrope (who tended to be far taller and broader than the average human), Sheila only stood at five feet, two inches tall. She had immaculately groomed light brown fur, marked with darker ring-shaped spots. Her body was youthful, easy to mistake for that of a girl in her mid-teens rather than the twenty-two-year-old she was. She wore a light green jacket, open to expose her small, perky breasts. Pink nipples poked through the white fur, erect in the cold morning air. A leather belt encircled her waist, heavy with pouches and a light green loincloth hanging down in front. The cloth did little to hide the pendulous, enormous shaft hanging from her hips, dangling well past her knees. Her tail swished cheerfully above her bare rear. Sheila knocked on an oak door at the end of the hall, before turning the brass knob. She opened the door and went inside without a hint of hesitation. Brianna Diggers was fast asleep inside, laying in her bed. But Brianna had changed dramatically from the woman that Sheila had known. Normally over six and a half feet tall, Brianna only stood a few inches taller than Sheila. She was covered in a thick coat of cheetah-spotted golden fur. Her stripe had switched sides on her face, marking her right cheek rather than her left. Her eyes were now a deep reflective green, like a cat’s, rather than the normal humanoid green she had originally. Her body shape had changed dramatically; formally tall, powerful, and buxom, she was now short, petite, and almost scrawny in build. Sheila could sympathize, as she looked down at her own body, sighing. Brianna’s bed was rumpled and unmade due to whatever movements she had made in her sleep. Clawed toes poked out of ripped socks. Sheila was not surprised and made a mental note to share some of her own toeless slippers with Brianna. She was also unsurprised to see the sheets were tented high off of Briana’s hips, two peaks each covered in damp fabric. Sheila smiled, her tail flicking playfully at the sight. She restrained herself, however, not wanting to push herself on a guest without her consent. “Brianna?” she whispered, glancing back at the door. “...Nnnf…” Brianna grumbled sleepily, not opening her eyes, “Wha’s goin’ on? Wha’s happ’nin?” “It’s me, Brianna,” Sheila said, keeping her voice low, “And keep your voice down, or you’ll wake up the guys!” “Why…?” Brianna asked vaguely, slowly sitting up and smacking her lips as she tried to wake up. She pulled the sheets off, revealing a pair of long, swollen erections. The pink lengths stood proudly from her hips, twitching and dribbling clear fluid. Sheila’s cheeks blushed despite herself. It was rare to see someone gifted as Brianna was. “Because I wanna take a bath without the guys mucking up the pond,” Sheila hissed, pressing a finger to her lips again, "And believe me, it's hard to get clean after they've turned the water cloudy with spunk." Brianna blinked blearily, her reflective green eyes unfocused. She climbed out of bed, teetering precariously for a moment before her tail swung around and helped her balance. She had not had a tail before yesterday, so the fact that she did not know how to use it was not surprising. “...Pond… Oh, right… Hot runnin’ water is a foreign concept… *Yawn!* ...on Jade or somethin’...” Brianna mumbled, climbing out of bed. She made no move to cover herself or hide her arousal as she stretched. Sheila's blush deepened. Jade was more conservative about sexuality than Earth-Realm, to be certain. It was still fashionable to at least make a token attempt to cover one's loins, as Sheila's loincloth attested. But even beyond that, Brianna had a particular air of such open and casual eroticism that was incredibly hard to ignore. "Just c'mon, city-girl. I bet you won't ever wanna go back to your bathtub again," Sheila urged. Brianna grunted and turned to follow her, her feet dragging on the rug sleepily. "Yeah, yeah… just lemme grab my stuff…" Brianna mumbled, waving a hand in the general direction of the bathroom. Sheila's jaw dropped in surprise as a toothbrush, toothpaste, towel, and bar of soap floated out of the room of their own accord and landed in Brianna's arms. The half-werecheetah seemed too drowsy to have noticed anything out of the ordinary as she walked ahead of Sheila. "Wait, how did you…?" Sheila asked, but it was too late; Brianna was already stumbling down the hall. ***** Brianna’s eyes went wide as she saw the pond. A thin haze of steam wafted up into the morning air. A wooden fence enclosed the entire area. A small creek fed into the pond via a tiny waterfall funneled above the left side, and to Brianna’s surprise, that was also steaming. The water was remarkably clear and not covered in scum or filled with tadpoles as she was expecting. “It’s fed by a hot spring up in the mountain above,” Sheila explained, “Glacier water enters the spring, gets heated up by the spring, overflows, and runs down here. I dosed the pond with anti-mosquito potion and a purification tincture.” “...Okay, I take it all back,” Brianna agreed, her tail-tip flicking back and forth eagerly. She glanced over her shoulder at it, bemused. She had seen her older sister’s feline body language so many times, but experiencing it in her own body was strange and unusual. “I figured you might,” Sheila said lightly, beginning to pull her clothes off piece by piece. Brianna, who had walked the entire way nude, simply set her bathing supplies down beside the water. She dipped a toe in and found it was almost perfectly heated; just enough to tingle without scalding. She waded in slowly, feeling oddly encumbered as her new coat of fur got damp, weighing down her body slightly. Brianna used the opportunity to acquaint herself with her body's new dimensions, her fur matted down against her skin to show her true shape. Cupping her hands under her breasts and lifting, she was consternated to find them a large handful, rather than the bountiful, firm armfuls they were before. She had never been as stacked as Britanny, but she had never been able to see her toes without bending over slightly either. Now, she felt like a teenager. On the other hand, looking down at her loins, her twin morning erections were pulsing for attention. Brianna did not have a ruler or measuring tape handy, but she could swear they were bigger, both in length and girth. She wasn't sure whether it was because the rest of her was smaller now, or because she actually was better hung in this form. Speaking of better-hung, Brianna's eyes went wide and her cocks drooled a bit of precum as she caught sight of Sheila. The jaguar werecat was fully nude now and making her way into the pond. She was even more petite than Brianna was, but sauntered in with the confidence of someone three times her size. Brianna could see one reason for that right away; her loincloth had done nothing to conceal the massive flaccid length that hung down between Sheila's thighs, but it seemed even larger without the thin sheet of fabric. Brianna remembered from some lecture her father had given about the attributes of various werecats that jagweres were particularly gifted. "Ooh, that's nice. Hey, Brianna, if it's not too much trouble, can you do me a favor and help me soap up? I forgot my long-handled brush for my back," Sheila asked, smiling at the other woman. Brianna swallowed and nodded, wading over. “So… uh, question?” Brianna asked, raising her hand like a child in class, even as she reached over to lather soap into Sheila’s back-fur, “...I dunno why or even HOW I changed forms, but I understand why I’ve got the… uh… smaller physique I have.” Sheila glanced over her shoulder and nodded, suppressing a blush as she watched Brianna’s small breasts bounce perkily. “...It’s a birth defect in my case,” Sheila explained, “I was born with all the lycanthrope strength, speed, and size in my human form and all my other abilities in my lycanthrope form.” Sheila grinned as she concentrated. There was a faint blurring around her edges, and Brianna watched as she shifted forms. Brianna's jaw dropped at the sight of her. Where a small feline woman had been standing before her a moment before, a positively amazonian human had taken her place. Over seven feet tall, with a mane of crimson hair, green eyes (and Brianna noted with a twitch of her shafts, adorable freckles on her nose and cheeks), the new Sheila smiled slightly bashfully. Brianna thought she was built like a tank, solid muscle rippling under soft skin. Her breasts were as large as Brianna's head, her pink puffy nipples drawing the hybrid's eyes to them. Her cock, no longer sheathed, hung down between her legs. From her sister, Brianna knew as a rule of thumb that everything about a lycanthrope tended to be larger, stronger, and better in their hybrid form over their human form. This included their penis. Taking Brit as an example, Brit's human cock was 12 inches. In hybrid form, she was 16 inches and thicker. The normal rules did not seem to apply to Sheila, whose length remained the same size (though certainly more proportional to her overall body-size). "Whoa," Brianna said, impressed and shocked, "Why would you ever be in your hybrid form?" "A number of reasons," Shiela sighed wistfully, "The big one being that while I'm stronger and faster in my human form, all of my other more useful abilities are in my hybrid form. My healing abilities, my enhanced senses like hearing and night vision; even my attunement with my magical weapon, Ice Fang… All are in my fuzzy form." "Then, and this is a lesser reason… It makes me less… attractive to my teammates. They're all a bunch of guys, and in my human form, they might TRY to view me as a trusted partner…" Sheila continued, before sighing again and gesturing to her body, "But they get one look at these giant honkin' things on my chest, and while they intellectually think of me as a competent warrior, their penises start doing the real thinking for them." "Huh?" Brianna asked, uncomprehending. "They start viewing me as an object of desire, and something to be protected, rather than someone to trust in watching their backs. They tend to push me into support roles even if they don’t mean to be condescending," Sheila grumbled, "So I don't give them the distraction. I stay in hybrid form, and they tend to view me for me, more than my body." "For what it's worth, I think you're plenty sexy in both forms," Brianna said. Sheila's cheeks burned bright red and she coughed nervously. She turned away, but Brianna could not miss the way her penis had begun to plump up, blood flowing down to her loins. Brianna turned her back to Sheila, both to allow the other woman a bit of privacy, but also so that Sheila could return the favor and wash her back. The half-werecat murmured softly as Sheila gently lathered soap into her fur, sliding her hands up and down her spine. She smirked, feeling Sheila’s hands work lower and lower until they were caressing the base of her tail, reaching down to cup her buttocks. Right as Sheila was moving forward, and Brianna could feel the heat of her erection against her back before the flesh touched it, there came a loud cough. It came from behind a large rock in the pond. Sheila yelped and drew back from the other woman, sending a rush of disappointment through Brianna. “Someone’s here!” Sheila whispered, stating the obvious. “I thought we were alone this early!” Brianna said, frowning. “Nnngh! O-Oh, sorry, l-ladies… I thought I was here alone! Mmmm…” said a voice. There was a thick, wet splashing noise, and both Sheila and Brianna stepped around the rock to investigate. Sheila reacted with embarrassment and anger; while Brianna’s eyes went wide with shock and arousal. It was a male weretiger, leaning back lazily and pumping his huge, pulsing cock without a hint of shame. Thick, sticky gouts of pearly white semen burst from his tip as he pulled back his foreskin, letting the fluid land in the pond in cloudy swirls. He moaned in pleasure, bucking his hips, stabbing his erection forward in time with each spray. “TIRGA!” exclaimed Sheila in outrage, “I am going to give you such a kapowie for this half-baked stunt!” “I have NO idea what you’re talking about,” Tirga grunted, pumping his shaft, the fat pink head of his penis repeatedly emerging from his hood. Brianna’s face was bright red, watching it pulsate, sending hot, wet sprays of semen high into the air, splashing in the water almost ten feet away. Tirga gave a roguish grin, noting the half-werecat’s eyes on him. Sheila clenched her fists so hard that her knuckles popped. His hand slid up and down in long, lazy strokes. His free hand fondled his large, fuzzy testicles, which Brianna could swear she could see churning. His cock was jumping and lurching with each mighty ejaculation, spouting pearly jets of spunk. Brianna could not stop staring at it. It fascinated her for some reason. Her hand strayed down between her newly fuzzy thighs, beginning to press against her damp folds, as she imagined how it must feel inside her. “Nnngh… Rrrf… Hahhhh…” sighed Tirga, his eruptions beginning to flag off and weaken slightly, “Ahhh… I woke up with a truly bad morning erection… and I figured it was so early that I’d have some alone time to deal with it. Hnnn… I am sorry for intruding upon your bathing, ladies.” “Yeah, sure, Tirga. Thousands wouldn’t believe you, but I do,” Sheila growled angrily, “Just like the time you walked in on the breakfast table with a big raging stiffie when I had my friend Tira over to visit, and you were in bed with her by noon. Or the time you tried to sleep with Mitsuko at our last Edge Guard meeting, despite KNOWING she was with Terio… or the time…” “Hey, hey, no need to get hostile, Sheila. I have absolutely no malicious intentions for anyone here… though… if she might want to ‘hang out’ at some point…” Tirga said, lifting his hands defensively. This allowed his cock to bob up and down on its own, still firing ropes of cum into the water in front of him as his orgasm continued to slow. Brianna’s eyes were still locked on it, tracking its every twitch, even as she blushed ever deeper. “Just get OUT, Tirga. You and I are gonna talk LATER,” Sheila growled angrily, punching her fist into the palm of her other hand to make it very clear what she meant. Tirga narrowed his eyes, but put on a pleasant smile and grabbed his towel from where it was draped over the boulder he was leaning on. “Fine, fine. I can see this is girl-talk time,” he said, brushing a hand through his striped hair lazily. He walked past Sheila, his still-spouting erection leading the way, leaving a cloudy trail in the water as his cum mixed in. He stopped beside Brianna and leaned down, casting a smirk in Sheila’s direction. “And I hope to see you later too. I’m sure we will have tons to… talk… about,” he purred in her ear, before climbing out of the water. Brianna was so flustered that she did not even notice that Tirga had not brought any shampoo or soap with him to the bath, though Sheila certainly noticed. He pressed his towel to the head of his penis, letting the last of his semen spurt into the fabric as he walked away, grinning over his shoulder. “...He is gonna eat kapowie sandwich for months for this,” Sheila growled to no one in particular. “Oh, my GAWD, Sheila! I never realized Tirga was so… hunky!” Brianna exclaimed once Tirga had vanished around a corner. Her face was flushed, even through her fur, and her eyes were slightly unfocused. She was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet excitedly, causing her twin erections to slap against her fuzzy stomach repeatedly. Sheila winced, trying not to look. “You’ve seen his penis before. Multiple times, Brianna,” Sheila reminded her, sighing. “I know, but I’ve never seen it like THAT… Oooh…” the hybrid shivered from head to toe, her tail curling around her leg as she closed her eyes. Sheila sighed, massaging under her right eye, trying to think of exactly how to phrase what she wanted to say. She gently placed a hand on Brianna’s shoulder, her cheeks still flushed with arousal and embarrassment. “Brianna, I am telling you this as a friend. Don’t get involved with Tirga,” she said firmly, making sure Brianna was meeting her eye to eye, “He’s a good friend, an excellent teammate, and a fine warrior. He’s also one of the worst womanizing jerks I’ve EVER known. Everywhere we go, he has left behind a trail of broken hearts. He might be… *ahem…* exceptionally well-endowed and able to spurt like a fountain, but… uh....” “You kinda lost your train of thought there, didn’tcha?” Briana asked in amusement, as she lifted her hands, trying to visually estimate Tirga’s length. “...Yes, I did,” admitted Sheila, coughing, “But my POINT is that it’s easy to lose that around him. Weretigers, when aroused, give off pheromones that trigger arousal and lower the inhibitions of anyone around them. Right now, you and I both just got a big dose of ‘em. I’m used to ‘em (mostly), but you aren’t, and you’re probably not thinking clearly.” “I’m thinkin’ pretty clearly, Sheila, about how good he must feel spurting inside--” Brianna said, giggling to herself, her twin erections twitching eagerly. Sheila pinched her nose in frustration, before grabbing both of Brianna’s shoulders and getting nose to nose with her. “Okay, subtlety isn’t working, and I wasn’t BEING particularly subtle. Let me be BLUNT. STAY AWAY FROM TIRGA,” Sheila growled flatly, “He’ll break your heart, and I don’t wanna see that happen to you.” “Why Sheila!” Brianna said with a mischievous grin, “I DO believe you’re JEALOUS!” “I AM NOT!!!!” snarled Sheila angrily, waving her arm in a violent flailing motion. She felt a slight impact but was so overwhelmed with blind anger and embarrassment that she did not think anything of it. “I am NOT jealous! What do I care if he cats around with girl after girl and never gives ME a second glance?! What do I care if he comes home night after night covered in other girls’ spunk, but never even lets ME have a taste of him?” Sheila ranted madly, “HAH! And do I care if he wants every OTHER girl in existence except me? Noooooo!!!” “And YOU--” Sheila growled, rounding back on Brianna, before trailing off in horror. The half-werecheetah was floating in the hot water, face down, a large throbbing lump on her head. Sheila suddenly realized that when she had flailed earlier, she must have accidentally hit and knocked out Brianna. Rushing over to her side, she fished the unconscious hybrid out of the water, cradling her. “Oh, man, oh, man, I’m so sorry, Brianna! I spend all my time in my hybrid form; I forgot how STRONG my human form is!!!” she babbled in a panic, “P-Please wake up!” ****** Deep in Brianna’s unconscious mind, someone DID wake up. It was not Brianna. Swimming up from the deepest shadows of Brianna’s psyche, the mind slowly became aware of itself. It remembered that it even had the capacity to think in the first place. And slowly, the new mind began to remember who it was, and why it was there. It had been there at the beginning, but it had been driven into hiding. Deep, deep down, as far as it could go into the shadow of Brianna’s mind. Its survival had depended on it. It had to burrow so deep that it had forgotten it even existed. And it waited, dormant, not sleeping, not dead, but merely gone… until this moment. The solar eclipse’s strange mystical effect on Brianna’s body combined with the impact of Sheila’s blow to knock Brianna completely unconscious… but woke up the other mind. It quickly set about spreading its metaphorical limbs, working its consciousness like working a muscle that had not been used in some time. It could feel Brianna’s body as if it were its own… In some sense, it supposed it technically was. Brianna’s consciousness showed no sign of waking up. The other mind made sure it would not happen. It buried Brianna in the same shadow it had hidden in, suppressing her. The other mind, or as it was thinking of itself now, the new (and original) Brianna smirked to itself. The body she possessed now was weaker physically than it was originally, but it possessed certain gifts that were far more powerful. The new Brianna could make use of it for her purposes. It was time to awaken, both physically, and in a more metaphorical sense… ***** “Nnnn… oooow…” moaned Brianna, slowly opening her eyes. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt the lump on the back of her head. Consciousness was slow and awkward to come, her head throbbing. She slowly opened her green eyes, frowning as her vision came into focus. The blurry face of a young woman of Amazonian proportions met her, almost nose to nose with her. She blinked repeatedly, and it came into focus. Brianna did not recognize her; a red-headed human with green eyes and prominent, but cute freckles. It was at that moment that the new Brianna realized she could not access any of the “original’s” memories. She had no idea who this woman was, and why she had been knocked unconscious. Everything since the moment she had delved deep into the “original’s” mind-shadow was a blank. “Oh, thank the Jasper, you’re okay!” the woman yelped, “I’m SO sorry! I know you don’t heal as fast as normal werefolk, and I…” “...Nnn… What happened?” Brianna asked, looking around desperately for any sort of clue as to where she was and who this person was. She was in… some sort of bath? And given their mutual nudity, she and this woman had been bathing together. Brianna felt her erections twitch. Had they been doing something more? “I… um… sorta… accidentally… clubbed you upside the head without thinking?” said the woman, wincing, “That lump on your head doesn’t seem good… Uh… do you remember who I am?” Brianna blinked. This was the perfect excuse. Maybe she could fake her way into the opportunity she was looking for. “...Nnn, um… N-No, I don’t. Come to think of it… Who am I? Where am I? And… why are we naked?” Brianna asked, rubbing the knot on the back of her head. She looked around, feigning being more dazed than she was (not that this took much, she was legitimately dizzy and confused). “Oooooh, crap,” whimpered the woman, her already pale skin turning almost paper-white. “Okay… uh… your name is Brianna Diggers… and… uh, I’m Sheila Silvear,” the woman explained slowly, “And… uh… we’re friends. I’m a member of a peacekeeping force called the Edge Guard. You’re in the town of Seer’s Hamlet.” “...That… doesn’t narrow things down. Where on Earth am I?” Brianna asked, narrowing her eyes and frowning. “...You’re not on Earth. You’re in the Realm of Jade, a… I think you called it a ‘parallel universe.’ You came here on some sort of journey, but kinda got caught up in some of our business,” Sheila replied cautiously. “Is that how I got this bump on my head?” Brianna asked, prodding it. Sheila somehow managed to pale even further, looking as guilty as Brianna had ever seen anyone. “...We were… taking a bath… and uh… something… sorta… hit you by accident. The details… don’t really matter,” Sheila mumbled. Even with a concussion, Brianna could put two and two together and had to resist rolling her eyes. However, she picked up on a detail that she found interesting. “We were bathing together? And you said we were friends…” Brianna said, slowly stepping towards the human, wading through the water. She swayed her hips as she walked, her tail swishing behind her. “Uh, just friends. We’ve… um… met and hung out a few times,” Sheila stammered, coughing. Brianna noted that she was a poor liar. Sheila had gone from being as pale as snow to blushing crimson. "Are you sure? Your mouth says 'no,' but your penis seems to be disagreeing with you," Brianna purred. Sheila looked down and gasped a little. Her cock was plumping up, beginning to swell and rise rapidly. Brianna smirked mischievously. This woman was going to be so easy to manipulate. In fact, given certain aspects of her new body that she could sense, Sheila could become a great asset. It was an opportunity to practice what this new form could do. "Uh, anyway,” Sheila stammered, trying to change the subject, “We’re helping you while you’re here on Jade… And we REALLY should get you some medical attention, if your regeneration isn’t helping. Do… Do you remember ANYTHING?” Brianna scrunched up her face, pretending to be wracking her memory. She tapped the side of her head, turning away from Sheila for a moment. Brianna held her hands up to her chest, concentrating. Energy flowed through her, potent power that she had only ever felt dormant deep inside her. Now that she had this strange new furry body, that power had been unlocked. ***** "So, if she is not Brianna, who IS she?" groaned Onoli, holding a bag of ice to his forehead. The mind-control enchantments that Brianna had used had left the Edge Guard with a pounding migraine. Due to its magical nature, the werecats had no immunity to it, and could not regenerate and recover with their healing factor at an accelerated rate. All they could do was sit and suffer and wait for the metaphorical ice picks to stop stabbing their forebrains. "...It's a very long story, that… actually starts with my meeting with Gina and Britanny," Genn explained, sighing as she looked down at the unconscious werecheetah. She seemed peaceful, a drastic contrast to the murderous fury of the hour before. The sleep enchantment kept her fast in slumber, unable to awaken until the spell was removed. "Maybe find a way to make it short?" suggested Tirga grunting in pain, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'll… do my best…" Genn sighed. ***** And so she began to tell the tale of how Gina and Britanny had explored the tomb of Tyranthrax, a king of the ancients in what would be Persia and Iran someday. How they had evaded deathtraps and found their way to the center chamber and met Genn. She had been trapped there for centuries, unable to leave. She befriended the Diggers sisters. But Gina had carelessly taken the last treasure of Tyranthrax, a bronze bangle. It had unleashed a powerful curse upon the sisters. Escaping from the tomb was made a thousand times more difficult due to the curse. Bad luck afflicted the sisters constantly, making every task go wrong, every risk go badly. It was only their incredible skill that got them home safely. Upon arriving home, Gina had a genius idea to remove the curse. She built a machine designed to imbue a tank of protoplasm with Gina and Brit's vital patterns, tricking the curse away from them. It had worked… in the worst way possible. A surge of power had knocked Genn, Gina, and Britanny unconscious. But someone new had awakened before them. The curse had reacted with the bio-patterns in the protoplasm in an entirely unpredictable manner. A new being had been born. The new being was half-Britanny and half-Gina, possessed of both of their memories and abilities, but all the malevolence of the curse. Calling herself Grave Digger, she had proceeded to try to kill both Brit and Gina, raising Gina's arsenal for the most powerful armor and weaponry she could find. Gina had almost convinced her to calm down at one point. She had bestowed her with a name and identity of her own, “Brianna,” a combination of Britanny and Gina’s names. But the curse was too strong, and its desire to kill too powerful. Grave Digger had attacked again, without mercy. It was only thanks to the intervention of Gina’s father, Theo, that Grave Digger had finally been stopped. Using his powerful magic, he had removed the curse, freeing Brianna’s mind from its influence. With that, she had taken her place as the third Diggers sister, beloved by her family. The curse was gone… Until now, it would seem… *****